I bought another treat bought for the Christmas Box this morning. Christmas has definitely arrived at Number 38 when I've got a piece of this in one hand and the Radio Times in the other. A few weeks to wait yet though - 10 exactly to Christmas Eve.
I've spent an hour working the old grey matter this afternoon doing a codeword, a crossword and the easy suduko. Notice I typed easy. Suduko is not my thing and I'm not sure that I'll ever work my way up to the harder one that's in the magazine. For anybody who does them, is there a method or is it pot luck where you put the numbers?
After my mental workout I replenished my dried up brain with some juicy pieces of watermelon. Delicious.
I've also finished painting the concrete. It got two coats and it looks much better than before. I'm going to ask Nephew if he will go behind the shed and paint that bit. My back is beyond bending any more. Mark's right though, Tom would be turning in his grave. He absolutely hated green so he wouldn't be best pleased about this colour or the newly painted shed. It's our revenge for all his layering up of wallpaper and floor tiles!
We've pretty much done what we need to at Number 14 which I'm glad about as motivation is running out. The only thing keeping us going is Tom wanted to keep the house if possible and that Joan will benefit from it being rented out. And of course, there's no point denying it will be ours one day.
The rest of the jobs are now down to the experts, so next week I'm hoping to get the jigsaw out and work up a few granny squares. Both projects have been very much neglected recently. But everything should be settling back down to normal now.
Or as normal as things are at Number 38.